I have three children; two daughters and a son. They’re adults now with busy lives and stresses of their own. My adult children are exceptional individuals. I love and respect them as I know they love and respect me. Why, then, do I get anxious when I need or want to speak to them, to ask them about their lives, or talk about something important to me? Continue reading on HealthyPlace.com.
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I am a semi-retired freelance writer. I recently discovered I have aphantasia (inability to visualize, aka mind-blindness). Despite my lifelong inability to visualize - or perhaps because of it - I have learned to adapt, bending my capabilities in imaginative ways to service my creativity. As a storyteller with aphantasia, I imagine our wondrous world through the lenses of perception, memory, and feeling, seeking to write passionate, sometimes humorous, tales full of possibilities.
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